Blood Moon

Sunday the tears shed
I thought they disappeared 
how much weight six months carried
within the last year  

5,360 minutes
and that’s only the morning calls
not to mention the texting, the vacation, dinners out, hiking and three times skating…

my new best friend 
dropped it hot
quick tempered 
cords cut 

cutting cords
this moon is meant for
I hear
place the water by the window 
let go of what’s holding me back
make sense of all those tears

Ive managed not to call 
when my stomach flutters
and my heart clasps tight
Your words
empty words you once said
of future, the home we could share
 
couldn’t be quicker,
How you pushed away
made it much easier
I smile 
how I haven’t called out 
to reach you, 
ease the clarity of crazy
you call me.
You’re missing out.